Still me…
For anyone who might have wondered after my last post if I have lost my mind, been captured by shape-shifting aliens (though they wouldn’t even have to be shape-shifting, just capable of using a keyboard…), been seduced by a cult, or in any other way thinking thoughts that someone ought to call out the men with butterfly nets… I’m still me!
Still a switch (the person not the implement).
Still okay with it.
Still sitting slightly tender on the right-hand side… 😉
Sir has been violently ill with the flu the last two days so I’ve been on my own, but in a surprisingly short period of time he established (well, I helped once he stated his goals) routines for me I’ve been able to maintain during his effective absence. Sub brother is taking care of him. I’m doing my best to take care of sub brother who is stressed. Sir is, in his sick and weakened condition, still asking after me (Silly Sir! Stop worrying and get well!) and the world is still turning.
I have, ironically, been more in the mood to write (fiction not more of my navel gazing blogginess) exactly at the time my new grad class started and promptly kicked my ass… Damn you grad school!!!! It is seriously kicking my ass. I worked all day yesterday on it, between conversations with sub brother, and most of today. And the annoying thing is, I don’t understand the bloody assignments! I don’t generally consider myself stupid nor unfamiliar with the ways of academia… But in this class I feel like an idiot. So… Whatever. 7 more weeks and it will be over. But I may be generally pissy and ranty for the next 7 weeks unless my professor explains what the fuck I’m supposed to be doing with all this academic chaos I find my hands full of.
In other news. I still haven’t gotten back to my emails yet. Only some of the people who email me read this, so there are a big chunk of people still thinking I’ve died… Sigh… Sorry to those people who will never see this so won’t know I said it…
My dog is a neurotic case. He’s been asking for his dinner earlier and earlier every night. Seriously, I have got to get tough about this because the time is going to change next week and he’ll start whining for dinner at 2 in the freaking afternoon! It used to be 6 P.M. dinner, but I’ve had to leave so early for school that he’s gotten onto a 5 A.M. breakfast and starts getting hungry at 4 P.M. for dinner. I put up with the whine-growl-whine-whimper-growl-lick hand-stare imploringly-growlwhimperwhineyawnlick- stare some more routine for the full two hours for about… three days. Then I pushed dinner back to 5:30… Then… somehow (growlwhimperwhineyawnlick) it’s migrated to 5… But I will be damned if I start feeding him at 4 next week when the stupid time changes. So now I’m trying to get us back towards a 6 P.M. dinner so next week it will be 5…
Dear God! Is Daylight Savings really worth all of this???
I need to go to the store. Clearly I’m rambling utter nonsense on my blog instead of going to the store… 🙁 I really don’t want to go… I’ve been trying to talk myself into it. But… My mean voice is really really not as effective on me as Sir’s. Why is that? I’m much meaner to myself than he is! You’d think I’d respond to me! I think I just don’t respect myself. (And that, folks, is a little unintentional honesty.)
I forgot to hit “publish” so… Now I’ve been to the store and returned. Ate leftovers instead of cooking. Going to crawl into bed at 8 A.M. and try again tomorrow.
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